Wild times in far away places

Good morning from the media center here at Bonnaroo. It's the beginning of day three, and I note that all my fellow djs and magazine types are moving slower and hitting the coffee harder this morning. I've worn a blister on my toes from all the walking I did last night. I have now seen the real Bonnaroo, and like explores of old, I have retuned to tell the tale.

I'm not a Tool fan (though they sounded good from the far outskirts of the main campground) so I met up with my buddies, Stephaine and Jessica (aren't they cute?!):


I'm sure I'm mispelling Stephaine's name here; she goes by an alternate spelling so I apologize in advance, but what a fun evening. They are camped as far away from my campsite as you can get here on planet Bonnaroo. My campground is reserved for media types, so it has lots of RVs as well as tents. It has a few trees, and though we are still camped on top of one another like sardines, it's fairly quite and nice. The regular camp ground has no trees, it is even denser populated, and the main streets are lined with vendors of food and tye-dye goods or every description. Indeed, this place is like a St. James Arts Festival for tye-dye & Indian food.


The bad thing about being camped among the freaky people (and I mean that as a term of endearment) is that you have to pass under the main gate and through check point Charlie. Last night security was cracking down stronger than usual, though the main thing they seemed to confiscate were glow sticks. What's a Bonnaroo nightime show without glow sticks? It took me 40 minutes to pass through this line, and while everyone's sprits were up and happy at first, the crowd started to get upset and was chanting things like "Let us in!" and "We're not cattle!" I was getting a little scared I might get crushed to death while stuck there; it's the only unpleasant thing of the sort I have experienced at a Bonnaroo.

We went over and saw some of String Cheese Incident, and I also ran into some other friends of mine at the Aseop Rock show happening at the This Tent. My pal Missy actually DID run into me; there went my $4.00 lemonade on the dusty ground. But hey, I'll take the hug over lemon juice any day.

Well, I'm off to see an old fav of mine, Hot Tuna.
Be sure to check in with me when I talk to Duke at 2:00 and with Craig at 5:00.
Peace!

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